It’s the last post over at Deeper Story.
I dreaded preaching.
In seminary we had to take PR201 and PR202 and then eventually some kind of elective on homiletics. The professor I had for the intro level classes was a white, ol’ school, 1950’s type preacher with a Billy-Grahamesque radio voice. He was so critical of the women in the class, and particularly me, so much so even the students who were not supportive of women’s ordination (yes, we had those at Princeton) often came to my rescue during his feedback. I remember going back to my dorm room after one class and crying in bed feeling utterly un-called to the preaching vocation, and wondering should I even bother.
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